Warm and Sharp

I, I get so anxious
 My god, how it does it burn
 I get so uptight around my friends
 I never feel more treacherous
 Sometimes I don't feel like being close
 Sometimes I can't let go
 Last night, I had a dream
 Only I would understand
 Vast lands of confusion
 I visit every time, clawing through my gut
 And when you think about it
 It seems so inevitable
 That this time I'm right
 About a lot of things
 It hurts so much to be wrong
 Sometimes I don't feel like being close
 Sometimes I can't let go
 Knife-like hugs feeling warm and sharp
 That's not a devil in my arms
 Years go by between the first and the last
 Standing still in the immediate past
 Knife-like hugs feeling warm and sharp
 Last time I try to tell you how I feel